Oh, show me the way to
the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For we must find the next whiskey bar
For if we don't find the next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of
Alabama, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama,
and must have
And whiskey, oh you know why
Oh moon of
Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey,
oh you know why
Oh, show me the way to
the next pretty boy
Oh, don't ask why,
oh, don't ask why
For we must find the next pretty boy
For if we don't find the next pretty boy
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must die
Oh moon of
Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have boys,
oh, you know why
Oh, moon of
Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our grandmama
And must have boys, oh,
you know why
Oh, show me the way to
the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For we must find the next little dollar
For if we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die,
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of
Alabama, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama,
and must have
dollars, oh you know why.
Oh moon of
Alabama, we now must say goodbye.
We've lost our good old mama,
and must have dollars,
oh you know why.
Thank you.